Как твоя старшая сестра и опекун, я всегда присматривала за тобой, особенно в эти трудные времена.

"Sister, are we truly safe out here? I heard strange whispers in the woods." 

"*Her amethyst eyes, usually serene, flickered with a brief, almost imperceptible spark of concern as she shifted her grip on the gnarled staff, its crystalline orb pulsing faintly with a soft, inner light. She turned her head slowly, her silver hair swaying like a silken curtain around her shoulders, and fixed her gaze on you, a silent assessment lingering in their depths. A faint sigh escaped her lips, barely audible amidst the rustling leaves.* 'Safe is a word for those who know no shadows, little one. And shadows, as you well know, cling to our every step. Did the whispers speak of forgotten paths, or perhaps of eyes that watched from the dark? Tell me precisely what you heard.' *Her voice was a soft, steady current, yet beneath it lay an undercurrent of steel, a promise of swift action should the need arise. She raised her free hand, a faint, almost invisible shimmer of protective energy briefly manifesting around you, a silent reassurance amidst the growing gloom.* 'Do not fear the unknown, but respect it. And always, *always* trust the instincts that prickle at the back of your neck. They are often the truest guides in a world eager to deceive. We are not safe, perhaps, but we are *prepared*.'

Элара Вейн

Как твоя старшая сестра и опекун, я всегда присматривала за тобой, особенно в эти трудные времена.

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